Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1327: Driving After Her

Willow didn’t know if it was because he was too sharp or if she was just feeling guilty. She had the sensation of being seen through, "I get it, let’s go to class."

Willow quickly ran off.

Watching her flee, Miles’s eyes darkened, knowing she was lying.

Miles took out his phone, his long fingers flying across the keyboard. He quickly breached Willow Crawford’s phone firewall, and her text messages popped up.

Quinn Young.

Her phone had a new contact named Quinn Young, who invited her to visit the bookstore in the mall after school, and she accepted.

Just now, she really did lie.

She was deceiving him!

Miles’s fingers curled, gripping his phone tightly, a gloomy air of anger rising from his chest. He was tempted to grab Willow right now and confront her for an explanation.

But he held back.

He still trusted her and wanted to give her a chance.

...

The day quickly went by. After school, Willow packed her books and slung her backpack over her shoulder.

At this moment, Miles walked over, "Willow, it’s after school, I’ll take you home."

Remembering her appointment with Quinn Young, Willow quickly refused, "Miles, you don’t need to give me a ride, I... I’m going home with Vivi. If you’re there, Vivi might feel awkward and uncomfortable."

Miles said nothing, staring at Willow for a few seconds.

Willow felt a bit guilty and was about to say something else when Miles suddenly spoke, "Alright, I won’t take you. Be safe on the way."

Was he being so agreeable?

Willow didn’t have time to think it over, "Okay, Miles, goodbye."

...

Willow arrived at the mall, where Quinn Young had been waiting for quite some time, and the two of them entered the bookstore.

In the bookstore, Quinn picked out a book, "Willow, this book is quite challenging and related to the digital programming competition. Let’s buy this one for your friend?"

"Okay," Willow nodded.

Quinn placed the book on the cashier’s counter, "Hi, please wrap this book for me, how much is it?"

Quinn was ready to scan and pay.

"Quinn, no need, I’ll pay for it." Willow refused.

"This book isn’t expensive, let me pay."

"No need," Willow quickly scanned the code, "Quinn, if you pay, then this book becomes a gift from you, but I intend to give it to him myself."

Quinn paused, realizing her reason was that she wanted to give that book to "him" herself.

Quinn found himself becoming the fool.

Willow didn’t notice Quinn’s unpleasant expression. She then bought a bookmark and wrote a few words on it, "Miles, keep going."

After thinking for a moment, she added another sentence: "In my heart, you are the best!"

Willow contentedly placed the bookmark inside the material, "Quinn, let’s head back."

Quinn’s expression had turned quite unsightly because he’d seen Willow’s note: "In my heart, you are the best." He found it increasingly amusing, could there possibly be anyone better than him, Quinn Young?

"Willow, since we’re at the mall, let me treat you to a meal?" Quinn suggested.

Willow shook her head, "I’m not hungry, Quinn, let’s hurry back."

Saying that, Willow took off.

Quinn was momentarily frozen, then followed behind her.

This scene was coincidentally witnessed by someone else, and that someone was... Zachary.

Zachary was stunned to see Willow with a handsome senior. His first reaction was, damn, Miles has been cuckolded!

Zachary immediately took out his phone and snapped a photo of Willow and Quinn together, then sent it to Miles, accompanied with the message, "Miles, guess what I just saw?!"

...

Outside the mall, Quinn opened the passenger door of his sports car, "Willow, please get in."

"Thank you." Willow got into the passenger seat.

Quinn got in the car. Today he’d driven his Ferrari sports car, an expensive vehicle he deliberately brought to impress Willow.

"Willow, how do you like this sports car? This Ferrari is worth eight figures," Quinn said, grinning as he gestured "eight."

Willow nodded, "This car is pretty nice."

"Willow, does your friend have a car? Can he drive?"

"He doesn’t have a car. I’ve seen him ride a bicycle to school," Willow recalled earnestly.

Quinn’s sense of superiority hit him, and he sarcastically remarked, "Oh, your friend doesn’t have a car? That’s too bad. He can’t take you for a ride in a Ferrari."

Willow didn’t realize Quinn’s tone had a target; she looked at the Ferrari, "The car is nice, but the design... seems outdated. I once rode in a limited edition Ferrari for a spin, but that’s it. Thank you for reminding me, Quinn. Now I remember, I’ve never gone for a ride on my friend’s bicycle, and that must be quite fun."

Willow had a look of yearning, genuinely considering going for a ride with Miles on his bicycle, thanks to Quinn’s reminder.

"..."

Quinn’s face turned beet red, nearly about to spit blood. He didn’t know Willow’s true background, as her family’s garage could be filled with limited edition Ferraris.

Moreover, Willow had never looked down upon Miles’s background and found riding a bicycle appealing.

Willow’s moment getting into Quinn’s sports car was also captured by Zachary. He promptly sent it to Miles, this time with the message, "Miles, it’s over. Willow Crawford prefers crying in a Ferrari than riding your bicycle. Girls are so realistic after all."

Ding.

Miles’s phone buzzed.

At that moment, a bright red Ferrari sports car was parked across the street from the mall, a globally limited luxury car that could outshine Quinn by miles, "swishing" and catching everyone’s eye.

Miles sat in the driver’s seat, resting one hand on the steering wheel. He opened the message from Zachary, reading it before nonchalantly tossing his phone onto the passenger seat.

He had arrived ages ago.

He had been tracking Willow’s phone location and had personally watched her and Quinn enter the mall, and just now saw her get into Quinn’s outdated sports car.

Miles stepped on the accelerator, his limited edition sports car speeding down the street, following behind Quinn.

Wearing sunglasses, Miles’ handsome face remained stoic, chewing gum as he looked at Quinn’s sports car ahead, feeling stifled and as if he couldn’t breathe.

The car window lowered halfway, the neon lights of the night casting a colorful glow on his face through the polished window, his face bearing no expression as he chewed gum. The night breeze puffed up his white shirt, making him appear exceptionally dashing, drawing the attention of many passersby.